DX01: SINGULARITY 03682

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The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Umm, sunlight's shining down on a vast expanse of rolling, turquoise-colored hills, covered in these really thin, iridescent blades of grass that seem to shift color depending on the angle of the light. The air is pretty dry, and there's a faint, pungent smell of ozone-free air, but somehow there's this tiny patch of frost right in front of me that's not melting or sublimating despite the direct sunlight. A small, perfectly cylindrical hole is somehow just hovering within the frost, like, it's a literal void in the middle of the ice. The sky above is a deep indigo.